I Love My Grandchildren
3 days ago I could write this, not today. Mom, Dad and this amazing little girl have left for home. She stole my heart and today feels quite empty. 🙁. Praying she will have an awesome spring and very proud of her parents.
For 10 days, I was her world. She raised her arms to be held, nestled her curly blonde head against mine, looked to see my laugh before letting loose with hers. She transported me back in time, 30 years ago. I was young, relevant, protector, best friend and Chief reader of books. I have been so blessed.
Mom and Dad are safely back and I have been put back in my proper role. 🙂. She will now see me as the one who spoils her, dotes on her and is present. That too is a blessing.
Sunday she returns to her home in Oklahoma and I become the visiting grandpa and the grandpa she loves to visit. I will be something different, a change of pace. Also a blessing.
But today, surrounded by this little tornado, blessed by her in every way, I find my spirit melancholy. I love my age, but I miss 30 years ago more than I thought I ever would. Of course I am choosing to relive only the best moments, but even so, my heart is heavy.
Ah, time. You are a persistent jerk. Tomorrow, I will battle you with exercise, passion and of course memories and ultimately you too will pass.
For 10 days, I was her world. She raised her arms to be held, nestled her curly blonde head against mine, looked to see my laugh before letting loose with hers. She transported me back in time, 30 years ago. I was young, relevant, protector, best friend and Chief reader of books. I have been so blessed.
Mom and Dad are safely back and I have been put back in my proper role. 🙂. She will now see me as the one who spoils her, dotes on her and is present. That too is a blessing.
Sunday she returns to her home in Oklahoma and I become the visiting grandpa and the grandpa she loves to visit. I will be something different, a change of pace. Also a blessing.
But today, surrounded by this little tornado, blessed by her in every way, I find my spirit melancholy. I love my age, but I miss 30 years ago more than I thought I ever would. Of course I am choosing to relive only the best moments, but even so, my heart is heavy.
Ah, time. You are a persistent jerk. Tomorrow, I will battle you with exercise, passion and of course memories and ultimately you too will pass.
61-69, M
